Rest in Piece!

“To paint yourself in the dead of night

To see yourself alive and naked

To scribble poetry upon your own skin

To see your blood emptied through that pen

To find your eyes placed atop a clock,

For to watch time as it ticks away

To see yourself unable to hear your cries

To find yourself hysteric off your own laughs

To find pity for self being delusional

To carry condolences for the world in grief;

Grief made of lies and manipulations

And attachment made of false hope and biased emotion,

To be able to stand up to them

To confront them eye to eye and be called a coward

To watch them trample upon your voice

To hear them curse you, being cursed

While a sound within calls for a revolt

While a word upon paper reads – go away

And while you witness the moment

In a frightening silence diluted in the last drop of liquor, only

To be able to wear melancholia

To walk along solitude

You must be ready to carry yourself to the grave

You must be able to bury yourself deep down

Where your voice eats away your flesh

And your screams blow your bones to bits

While the world chants – rest in peace

And your poem sings – rest in piece!”

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 26/01/2016